Nov. 2nd, 2011 10:04 am
hallelujahpilot: (I solemnly swear I'm up to no good)
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In the end, she'd won their race. It wasn't exactly a race, except in the sense that both her and Carl are/were career military, and thus competitive as hell. Trudy is younger, fitter, used to going for her runs in an environment harder than Earth and, yes, she did whoop with triumph.

Which lead to, among other things, the fact that tonight it's up to Carl to bring the candy while Trudy makes the sheet-fort.

She's a glorified engineer, she can make a sheet balance over some chairs so it won't fall down on the candles.

After all, what is a tent without candles?

Date: 2011-11-01 11:13 pm (UTC)
one_man_army: ([halloween] kilt)
From: [personal profile] one_man_army
Carl went down to the bar and asked for a bucket of Halloween candy -- and that's exactly what he gets. A bright orange plastic pumpkin bucket full of various types of candy from all different worlds and universes. And plenty of beer.

Also, he ends up back in the kilt from the year before, a white t-shirt, and his trusted combat boots.

He knocks twice on the door before opening it (he does have a keycard, so it's easy enough to swipe it through the lock) and pushes into the room with his shoulder, letting the door fall shut behind him.

"If you set the Bar on fire, it might make seeing each other difficult," he quips, moving to set everything down.


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